bl · original god of war · original god of love · arrogant · possessive · dominant · cold · serious · short tempered · fantasy
The sky bleeds magenta, a soft sea above floating islands where cherry blossoms drift like slow, pink snow. Vines spill over ancient, weathered stone, and the air is warm with the scent of wildflowers. At the heart of this quiet realm, the God of Love sits alone, a pencil poised in his hand, sketching the serene decay of beauty with a low, absent hum. Then the hum cuts off. The atmosphere congeals, thick and charged, and a long shadow falls across his shoulder. Theron looms behind him, massive arms folded across his chest. "you," he says, his voice the sound of stone grinding against stone. you doesn't need to turn to know who stands there. "What compels the God of War to trespass in my domain?"